Uh, Zee
I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me
We have smallbeef, I still sell them O's for three fifty
They know in big beef, I pop ahundred times
Be like roadkill, I live nigga's brains on one and nines
Andmy down bitches, they be ready to kill
I be like chill, they belike..
[Chorus]That's my nigga for real (Yea, uh huh, I'm fromthe Bricks, we be like)
That's my nigga for real (Yea, Young Zee, all myniggas from the hood, they be like)
That's my nigga for real (Yea, B-Boy, youmy nigga, talk to 'em)
[B-Boy]Yo, I don't give a fuck if wedon't sell a record
We still gon' get this money in the Bricks
Spill it,Zee
[Young Zee]Yea, uh, yea, yea
I'm like, Santa Claus, Ideliver niggas grams a raw
Straight from Panama, fiends eat it up likecanavaugh
And my dimes disappear like magic wands
I sell 'em, 'til thecrack of dawn and destroy every track I'm on
Plus I have a clam packed in theback of vans
More royal than the Taliban murk you for a half agram
(What?) I get B-Boy to drop your truck in the river
Fuck some dough,we be like..
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs][YoungZee]Yea, jeah, Uh-huh-ha, yea
Scarecrow (what?), I'm trying to walkbefore I crawl
I want it all ever since I came out of my mama's walls
I'mtrying to make so much dough when I write a song
I can write 'em all whyy'all clique on the corner selling final calls
Yea, niggas mad at us,gladiators like Maximas, we fabulous
While you fall off like Canibus'smanagers
My man Dee U, keep the nina peelin'
(Point 'em out, and watchme)
[Chorus + Young Zee ad libs][Young Zee]Zeeneed Buddha, E-user, beef pre Lugers
Spittin' from our PT cruisers
My tapedon't drop, I still got dough to make
Got little niggas on roller skatesholding my coke and weight
Blow paper, ho chaser, dough raiser, JoeFraizer
Sixteen cellys and four pagers
Go hype up your squad that theymight fuck with ours
I just, light up cigars, go by bikes, trucks, andcars
I got (?) In Atlanta deep, 'round the street, ten grand a week
I give'em one word to put your man to sleep
And I love my Jersey livebitches
They'll leave a nigga face, with thirty five stitches
They'll helpmy tie cinder blocks and push your kids
So deep in the ocean, they'll seewhere octopuses live
Jeah, this label deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill
Iknow mad chicks, but still
[Chorus + Young Zee adlibs][Young Zee]What, Bricks (Bricks, Bricks)
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